As I feel myself waking up – though I don’t remember going to sleep – I’m immediately hit with the smell of disinfectant. Beyond that are two familiar scents that always remind me of home. Apple, cinnamon, and lilacs. My dad and mum’s scents. The second I move my body the smells are forgotten and instead all I can think about is how horrible I feel. My head is pounding, and my body feels weighed down by rocks.
What the hell happened to me?
“Amelia! Oh, Amelia! Can you hear me?!” Zara’s worried voice shouts in my head.
“Loud and clear,” I tell her as she whimpers. I feel her nuzzling into my mind, giving me comfort and affection.
“I was so scared. I kept trying to reach you, but you couldn’t hear me. I thought I’d lost you,” she sobs.
“Hey, don’t cry you big, softy. I’m okay, I’m righ
